Chapter 9: Trek and True Thunder

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang! Duang!"

In the Raging Wind Fist Gallery, a huge sandbag was knocked out and hit the wall, and it exploded directly.

Kuang Xi took Han Zhou into the training room and smiled and said, "Break another one."

Han Zhou looked around and looked at the internal settings of the Rage Fist Gallery.

In the past, Han Zhou would never have the time to come to such a place.

There are many psychic equipment in the Rage Fist Gym. Han Zhou has only seen scrapped equipment and has never seen the original product. He can't help but go to check it out.

The man who broke the sandbag took off his fist gloves, glanced at Han Zhou, and looked at Kuang Xi: "Is he?"

"I will find you a sparring training, body training and martial arts training."

Han Zhou gave up checking the equipment, turned his head, and at first glance, he recognized who this person was.

Chu Yun, Lang Jian Chu Yun!

Han Zhou turned around and left: "Let me be a training student for the monks who have achieved success in the Foundation Establishment Stage? I respect me so much, goodbye."

Just give 250,000, is it necessary to work hard?

Kuang Xi hurriedly stopped Han Zhou: "Of course it's not fighting with the great monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Han Zhou was puzzled: "Oh? Isn't he the partner of the training?"

Kuang Xi: "It's him, but Chu Yun will limit his combat power and lock it at the ninth level of Qi Condensation."

Han Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He practiced martial arts by himself, and the price of the rude bull spirit is so high, so of course he is good at fighting.

But I'm just starting out.

This "Mangniu Jin" has achieved a small success, but it is just the strength in the middle stage of the foundation-building period.

How could I fight Chu Yun if I just started it myself?

Chu Yun glanced at Han Zhou: "You have some vision, or do you know me?"

As he said that, he looked at Han Zhou's face carefully: "Mask?"

"Yes." Han Zhou pointed to his face: "It's okay to hit him, but not to hit him. Human skin masks are very expensive."

Chu Yun smiled: "What kind of human skin mask is just a cork vase that has arranged the illusion array."

"How is Jan's strength? Try it with a punch."

As he said that, he looked at the boxing force.

Han Zhou looked at the boxing force device and shook his head: "I haven't tried it before, so there is no need to try it anymore. Does boxing force have anything to do with combat power?"

Chu Yun smiled: "Are you so confident? How about you?"

"If you can go through ten rounds under my command, this task will be given to you. For monks who are less than the Foundation Establishment Stage, a one-day sparring fee of 10,000 yuan is definitely an extremely high-priced task."

Han Zhou glanced at the relatively empty training room: "It's not a boxing ring outside, right?"

If so, Han Zhou will leave immediately.

Chu Yun shook his head: "What's the use of the boxing ring? All high-strength materials are used within this room and you can use them at will."

Han Zhou looked at Kuangxi: "I suggest you put away all the more expensive equipment."

This made Kuang Xi laugh: Although I was looking for you to train, do you think you can fight Chu Yun and lose control and hurt the equipment in this room? I'm thinking too much!

Looking at Han Zhou, Chu Yun: "Want it casually, if it breaks, it will be mine."

"bring it on."

The two of them stood ten feet apart. This distance was only two or three seconds for the ninth level of Qi Condensation monks.

After looking around, Han Zhou bowed his waist: "Start!"

Chu Yun rushed forward directly.

Han Zhou took out something from the space ring and threw it forward.

Then he quickly retreated.

The moment Chu Yun saw this thing, he burst out and retreated three times the speed of rushing upwards, and directly attached to the wall at the end of this huge training room.

"Second-grade Xuanxin Thunder?"

"Fighter-specific shell style?"

Although the shell of the Xuanxin Thunder is broken, it seems to be falling apart at any time.

But this thing is so easy to identify.

Of course, Chu Yun is not afraid of Xuanxin Thunder with all his strength, but now he is using the strength of the ninth level of Qi Condensation. Exploding all his strength is equivalent to losing the battle.

At this time, Kuang Xi had already slipped to the door of the training room: "Grass!"

Then, Chu Yun and Kuang Xi's eyes watched Xuanxin thunder split open, and a villain sticking out his tongue emerged from it: "Dudu~Dudu~"

"Thunder?" Chu Yun looked at Han Zhou again: "What's your name?"

"Zhou Han, Zhou Tian, ​​cold and cold."

Chu Yun took a deep breath: "No, a battle without martial ethics is very good."

"Come again."

Chu Yun rushed up again.

Han Zhou threw out another mysterious thunder.

This time, Chu Yun did not stop, but continued to rush forward.

"boom!"

The Xuanxin Thunder split instantly and exploded with a bang.

Chu Yun made a seal at this moment, and directly used his true energy to form a shield to block his side.

So far, Chu Yun has used the number of true energy at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and has not used Gangqi to block the explosion.

At the moment when the Xuanxin Thunder exploded, Han Zhou had already rushed up.

Take out a huge mace from the space ring and turn it out with a stick.

Without any tricks, it's just a simple stick.

Chu Yun felt the power of the explosion: "It's still a fake thunder."

Then he took out the flying sword from the space ring and held it in his hand to block it.

Chu Yun dared not bet whether he could use the power of the ninth level of Qi Condensation to block the martial arts cultivator's full strength with his bare hands.

"I'm forced to use a sword, it's great! Come again!"

"It's amazing!" Han Zhou felt that the mace didn't hit anyone, and immediately retreated.

Chu Yun saw Han Zhou retreating again throwing another Xuanxin thunder.

This time, the shell of Xuanxin Lei was not damaged at all, and it looked exactly the same as the brand new one.

At this moment, Chu Yun retreated violently and retreated to the end of the cultivation room again.

Han Zhou, who had retreated violently, stopped and rushed back, picked up the Xuanxin Lei and put it into the space ring: "Just kidding, it's just a training mission of 10,000 yuan, how could I detonate the Xuanxin Lei for 30,000 yuan?"

Chu Yun smiled: "It's interesting."

The next few mistakes were made, Han Zhou threw out a mysterious thunder at the most critical moment.

"Do you dare to bet this is fake?"

"Ten moves are coming soon!"

"Don't bet." Chu Yun made a big sword light in his hand: "I'm not a gambler."

Immediately, the sword light surged.

Lancang Sword, Three Split Waves.

Han Zhou saw that the Xuanxin thunder he threw was pushed towards him and retreated suddenly.

Chu Yun was also startled: "It's really thunder?"

Otherwise, what would Han Zhou hide?

But this time the thunder cracked and some chili water was sprayed out.

Or fake thunder.

"Are you a martial artist or a weapon refiner?"
To be continued...